And I'm the daughter of a jackass who nearly became Minister. That doesn't mean anything, Eridan.

[She looks back at him, a small frown on her face before she gives a small sigh and looks down at the floor between them. She really should stop and drag him back to the Slytherin dorms for his own good, but at the moment he sounded like he needed to get things off his chest, and his heartbeat was distracting.]

Your life is what you make it. You could have talent if you want it. You could make a name for yourself if you wanted. You just have to not be afraid to take it.